So, um... oneshot anyone? I'm bored as hell and I need something to relieve me of it. (I know, I know, it's summer and you're supposed to have fun and blah blah blah, but I'm boring and underage. :P) Hope you like!

Mitchie tiredly grabbed the last box, taking it from her bedroom out into her living room. She had been cleaning her house all day, ridding of things that didn't belong to her. Walking back inside her room, she noticed there was still another box left. It was partially open. She sighed heavily and kneeled down to peer inside. The girl pulled out a picture frame and some sort of mix CD. Her favorite CD. She thought to herself.

She set the round disk back in the box and looked at the picture frame in her grasp. It was of their first kiss two years ago. Mitchie wondered about who could have possibly snapped a photo at such a private and personal time. "Max must have taken it."

The exhausted brunette examined further in the worn brown cardboard. She had picked up a tattered brown leather bracelet with Alex engraved across it. The pair had purchased bracelets with their names on them the year before and had exchanged them with one another. I don't need this anymore. With a flick of her wrist, it was resting back inside the box.

She had cleared out the remains of her ex-girlfriend, not only from her home, but from her racing head and her forsaken heart. This is it, I'm done. She told herself everyday. But, finally, she had meant it. Mitchie threw out the memories and let everyone know the couple had split. I'm so much better without you. She knew it was a bold-faced lie, but it was the only thing keeping her going.

Her phone rings, she knows instantly who's trying to contact her. "Stop calling, Alex." Mitchie says, ignoring the call and many text messages from earlier.

We're over.

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There's a knock on the door. "It's open!"A taller brunette walks through the door, solemn and quiet. "You're late." Mitchie tells the girl, obviously irritated at her lack of punctuality.

"I know, I'm sorry. I got caught up at the substation." The late attendee offers an awkward smile.

Mitchie feels her heart start to palpitate, her blood rushing through her veins. Even after the breakup, Alex still makes her head spin, still makes her want to breakdown.

Mitchie feels a tear slip, but she's quick to swipe it away, not wanting Alex to know how much she still feels for her. "Um," Mitchie starts, "That's all of your stuff right there." She gestures towards the boxes and bags from her seat on the carpet. Alex nods, beginning to clear her belongings out of the house.

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"Mitchie—I," Alex whispered, afraid if she spoke too loudly, she'd scare the other girl. "I just—I never meant to hurt you." She knelt down in front of the young woman who held her affection. "I love you, Mitchie. I always have, and I always will."

Mitchie didn't know what to say. She swore to herself she wouldn't let Alex back in; she couldn't. But the way Alex looked at her now, after her declaration, she couldn't help but be pulled back under Alex's reins. They had broken up before, but always reunited after a day or two. This time, it had been three months and both girls were lonely. They needed each other, but Mitchie refused to admit it.

Alex's bottom lip quivered and her eyes stored unshed tears. "I'm going to kiss you now," Her voice was low, wavering and unsure of the girl before her. "Please, don't try and stop me." Their lips touched and the rest was history, so to speak.

"I don't know how you do it, Alex, but every time—you manage to get under my skin." She whispered, full of wonderment. "I should've known better than trying to let you go. As hard as I may try, I can't quit." I'm like an addict and she's my own personal drug. Alex smiled a soft smile, and Mitchie knew, Here we go again.

Just a little short oneshot based off of Demi's Here We Go Again. Review if you want to. (: